Monthly Archives: October 2011

Anticipation

My aunt and cousins were driving to Missouri to stay with us. I’d hurt my leg the previous day, and when I woke, excited beyond all reckoning, I wrapped my injured leg in two Ace bandages, packed some pillows and hobbled to the corner on … Read more

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How Cary Grant had this all figured out

She pressed her mouth against my ear, and said, “Jill,” so clearly that I woke. But no one had spoken. Mary was sleeping, her face turned away. I had been dreaming of people from the past — their same young faces attached to much taller … Read more

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Drum

When Gavin was a few months old, I’d play the djembe and he’d thrash dance. He’d bend at the knee and throw himself toward the ceiling or out and up like a tiny boomerang. It was the most joyful thing. He’d laugh and squeal and … Read more

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The Trip

Yesterday we watched that little indy film, The Trip, with Steve Coogan playing Steve Coogan. I was trying to remember the last time I heard people in a film talking intelligently about the geography of places of interest. Or watched straight men recite poetry to … Read more

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Please don’t put this in your blog

Ah, disclosure. Let’s discuss disclosure. When is it OK to disclose? I work with large numbers and multiple clients. I disclose nothing about my work to anyone. Not to my other clients. Not to you. Financials are always confidential.

Mary works as an addiction therapist. … Read more

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Sexual revolution

A police inspector on Cracker is saying that “we’ve all done it.” Pushed women. Had sex with them while they resisted. That everyone does it. That women only call it rape when they’re angry. He’s wrong, of course, and the monologues are filled with self-loathing … Read more

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On comfort

Years ago, my friend called after her brother’s suicide and when I answered the phone she was crying, and she cried for a long time, and I couldn’t think of anything to say except, “I’m so sorry.” It’s an awful, impotent feeling not to be … Read more

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I shot hoops yesterday and was either perfectly on, or perfectly off. The ball swishing in one sleek movement, or knocking back to me from the rim. If I bent more at the knee, it sailed in every time. My arm extending in that way … Read more

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Play

We had a Mickey Mouse clubhouse when I was a kid. Heavy cardboard with the Disney characters on front grinning their giant grins. The clubhouse had a swinging door, a fence, a service window for ordering food. It had a blue roof, if I remember … Read more

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Access denied

We went to the library all the time when we were kids. We had a library at school, and one on base, and when I moved to Cheney in 1985, we had one I biked to nearly every day and read through before the year … Read more

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